ALAINA’S POV

Gavin took me home. He pulled up in front of the small dark street near my brother’s workshop.

He looked at me with a frown. “Are you short on money?”

I said nothing. I just lowered my head and pushed the door open, ready to leave.

Before I could step away, he shoved a few bills into my hand.

“Take these. I’m not used to carrying cash, but I’ll give you more tomorrow,” he said. “Don’t throw yourself away for money, Alaina. Maybe you were once used to luxury, but ...